Post by Jinn Monette on Apr 9, 2021 0:53:24 GMT -5
JINN MONETTE
THE ADORING POKEMON
| AGE | GENDER | ALLEGIANCE | OCCUPATION |
| Twenty Six | Femme (she/her) | Rebellion | Medic |
Jinn is soft and small, only 5’6” with rounded, cherubic features and a curvaceous hourglass figure. Her skin is pale and unblemished outside of a light dusting of freckles and the tattoo on the left side of her neck, close to her collar bone. Jinn is the type to burn rather than tan so she remains pale even through the brighter months, Often times the only change to her appearance throughout the year is frequent bright pink sunburns throughout the summer. It's for this reason that Jinn tends to keep to a nocturnal schedule whenever possible.
Her original hair color was a mousy and in, Jinn’s opinion, exceptionally boring shade of brown that no one has seen since she turned eighteen and started living on her own (and yes, this most certainly does include her roots). After a brief stint of electric blue then neon purple Jinn’s spent the last year with her hair dyed bright pink that blends into neon green halfway down. She has grown it out long and it’s thick enough for multiple braids.
Jinn’s eyes are pale green and frequently bruised with dark circles from a lack of sleep.
Jinn’s sense of style can generally be summed up as punk in assorted flavors. She has an affection for leather jackets and gloves but otherwise her attire can vary wildly so long as it falls into the broad category of things Jinn considers both cute and flattering.
While she isn’t particularly religious, Jinn is somewhat superstitious and she usually wears a gold chain necklace with a pink crescent moon pendant. The charm is meant invoke the pokemon Cresselia to bring Jinn good luck.
Jinn's aforementioned neck tattoo is pink and a somewhat abstract pattern of two hearts opposite to one another with a small leaf on either side of where the points meet. Her tattoo vaguely resembles a flower or clover but the pattern itself is meaningless, Jinn just found the design adorable and decided it could be her brand.
| POSITIVE -Compassionate -Ambitious -Resourceful -Organized -Bold NEGATIVE -Wrathful -Coquettish -Stubborn -Unruly -Obsessive | In a technical sense, Jinn is a rather clever woman, but Jinn herself would argue that has more to do with her hungry pursuit of education over any natural disposition. Jinn likes to know things, she liked to read and understand but she’s not got much talent for applying whatever she knows outside of the set academic perimeters in which she first learned it. As smart and skilled as Jinn may be, it seems to be relegated to her occupation. The problem being Jinn is more inclined to act on the whims of her heart before anything else. Jinn is generally a friendly person who is quick to warm up to others. Not only that, but Jinn has an unfortunate habit for falling a little bit in love with almost everyone she meets. Often this is expressed through casual compliments and unprompted affection that may not necessarily be wanted or appreciated. She’s quick to anger but talented at hiding that particular emotion. It’s important to note that it’s the hiding she’s good at, Jinn tends to suppress her anger until it burns and boils so fiercely she must act on it rather than actually dealing with why she feels how she feels. She has no real way to manage her fury beyond that. Leading to the near permanent object of her ire: Plasma. Jinn disliked Team Plasma greatly, both because she thinks they lie through their teeth about anything and everything that will keep them in power and because she lived in Eve City during the Bloody Eve Massacre and blames them for the presumed death of her Mother. It is perhaps unsurprising, given the sugar-sweet way she speaks and her love of gentle colors, that Jinn has an affection for all things cute. The things Jinn considers cute tend to be wild and unpredictable, however, and her tastes range from stereotypical to obscure. |
Jinn Monette was born on October 20th of 1995 to Venn Monette and June Monette née Abara in Eve City – the couple’s first, and only child.
The first home Jinn ever had was small and cottage-like, almost more on Route Seven than it was in Eve City proper. It only had two bedrooms and one bathroom, and a kitchen that wasn’t separate from the living room.
Jinn remembered there being a sunflora in the garden and a chatot that had a perch in the living room. She had adored them and they adored her in turn. Each had been with her parents for years and were trusted enough to be around their infant.
Then they were gone and the house felt far too big.
Jinn was a toddler as the ROT spread, and she was aware of it only by the fact that Sunny and Mr. Feather weren’t around and the telly usually always had worried looking adults talking instead of her vastly more interesting cartoons.
Jinn was five (nearly six!) when her parents finally packed up everything and moved into Eve City proper. Vaguely, she was aware that they had moved because her parents were frightened but it seemed far more important to her that she was finally entering primary school, and if she went to spend the night at the neighbors across the hall she could watch cartoons to her heart’s delight. Whatever had everyone worried seemed to be getting better, anyway.
When she paid attention to the news there was occasional talk of a cure and how everything would be fine if they just elected Cain.
Then . . . Cain was elected and things seemed only to get worse. Suddenly there wasn’t a cure anymore and a human had been infected but also, some people said there was no ROT in the first place.
Jinn still saw the news, saw the spread of ROT and culling that followed in its wake. There were days that Jinn was kept home from school and told to play in her room as her parents nervously watched the telly together or had hushed conversations with a few select friends. Sometimes they argued loud enough for Jinn to hear them from her own room, and from this she was able to gather a few things.
Her mother hated Plasma and thought they were lying. What about Jinn didn’t know, but she knew her mother was angry. Angrier than Jinn had ever seen her before.
Her father kept insisting that June was overreacting, that just because she had been a pharmacist didn’t mean she was a medical expert and that they ought to trust President Cain and Professor Jasper.
They didn’t argue often, most of the time they were too worried about keeping Jinn safe, but it seemed that every time they argued it was harsher and crueler. More a slew of personal insults and jabs rather than sticking with conflicting ideologies.
It didn’t come to a head until 2008 when Jinn came home from secondary school to an empty apartment. That was . . . odd. Odder still was when hours ticked by without either of them returning home or responding to any of Jinn’s attempts to contact them. It frayed Jinn’s nerves, and she wound up falling asleep on the living room couch in the early hours of morning with the news on in the background.
When she woke up the Bloody Eve Massacre had begun.
Jinn was thirteen, alone, and very afraid.
She still wasn’t able to contact her parents, and when she knocked on her neighbor’s doors she got no answer. When she looked outside the street below was far too empty and Eve City seemed silent in stark contrast to the footage on the news. Well, before the power went out at around midday.
Jinn paced around her family apartment, unable to contact her parents and seemingly completely alone. For lack of anything else to do she rounded up all the flashlights and first aid care in the flat and piled everything up on the kitchen table. After that Jinn sat in silence at the window, watching to see what would happen.
Just before nightfall Jinn saw people running around on the streets below, all seeming to be running from something, and she spent the night hiding under her parent’s bed with a flashlight and a knife she took from the kitchen.
It took another day before her father returned home. He was covered in ash or dust, Jinn wasn’t sure which, and there was a bitter, ozone smell clinging to him.
Her mother never came home.
Jinn was old enough to know what that meant.
On paper, not much changed after that but it felt like everything had changed in the same breath. Venn wouldn’t tell Jinn anything about what had happened to June but all evidence of her existence was deliberately scrubbed from their home. She still went to school every day and did well, but her teachers had almost all been replaced and the new ones seemed to always be looking out for something.
Eve City felt less and less like home almost by the day. It was weird how she had never really thought of herself as being of Eve City until it began to grow unrecognizable. Part of it was grief and the uncertainty if her mother was gone because her father, but mostly it was because there was a very real change in the City around her.
It wasn’t home, not anymore.
Jinn put her head down and kept to her studies. She had a finger on the pulse of current events across the island, ever watchful in case, somehow, her mother was still alive. But also mostly to know what Team Plasma was up to. The distrust of both them and President Cain had been passed down to her from June, but Jinn differed from her mother by never telling anyone what she was thinking.
She wasn’t sure when she decided she was going to leave but at some point Jinn knew she had to go. She needed an escape.
Jinn already knew she wanted to be a doctor. She had been planning for it since she was in her early teens so when she graduated it was with the grades to go just about anywhere. She just needed a school, a hospital to intern at, and space to be out from under the ever watchful eye of Plasma (and, to a lesser extent, Venn Monette as well).
It was something of a relief, moving to Ansen Valley. Barely eighteen was adult enough for what Ansen Valley had to offer, Jinn thought, and besides she would be spending most of her time in school. Better yet, it lacked the constant feeling of being watched that had constantly scratched in the back of her mind. Which was wild, because Jinn was certainly under a good deal of scrutiny now.
Every mistake was quickly pointed out to her and firmly corrected. Her ideas and questions were judged harshly but Jinn knew what her professors and the hospital doctors she shadowed wanted from her.
At twenty-two she finished her general studies at university and entered the more specialized medical school as her time at the hospital shifted from just shadowing to interning.
Jinn socialized mostly with other medial students and hospital staff but didn’t have anything she would call her friends. Her home life was restricted to a small, private dorm she had never bothered to properly furnish or decorate and the occasional contact she still had with her father. And that relationship had grown strained as there were more and more subjects Jinn was unwilling to talk about. He, rightfully, suspected that she was too much like her mother while in turn Jinn’s suspicion that he had sold her mother out to Plasma had grown into a certainty.
At twenty-six Jinn graduated with her medical degree as Dr. Jinn Monette. Her license was restricted and she had to enter a residency program still. There was a spot for her at more than one hospital in Ansen Valley where she could finish her training and, given another decade, she would be fully a licensed surgeon.
The problem was, of course, the anger she’d carried since she was thirteen now boiled just under her skin and always lurked behind every thought. She had to do something, it didn’t matter what. Jinn needed to be a thorn in Plasma’s side.
There were a few patients in the hospital Jinn was sure were members of the resistance, and from one of them she got information about one of the many resistance bases she could enter and visit. It was simple enough to find out about the unofficial lab at Hyo City from there, and ultimately she had very little to pack up before she was ready to leave Ansen Valley.
The first home Jinn ever had was small and cottage-like, almost more on Route Seven than it was in Eve City proper. It only had two bedrooms and one bathroom, and a kitchen that wasn’t separate from the living room.
Jinn remembered there being a sunflora in the garden and a chatot that had a perch in the living room. She had adored them and they adored her in turn. Each had been with her parents for years and were trusted enough to be around their infant.
Then they were gone and the house felt far too big.
Jinn was a toddler as the ROT spread, and she was aware of it only by the fact that Sunny and Mr. Feather weren’t around and the telly usually always had worried looking adults talking instead of her vastly more interesting cartoons.
Jinn was five (nearly six!) when her parents finally packed up everything and moved into Eve City proper. Vaguely, she was aware that they had moved because her parents were frightened but it seemed far more important to her that she was finally entering primary school, and if she went to spend the night at the neighbors across the hall she could watch cartoons to her heart’s delight. Whatever had everyone worried seemed to be getting better, anyway.
When she paid attention to the news there was occasional talk of a cure and how everything would be fine if they just elected Cain.
Then . . . Cain was elected and things seemed only to get worse. Suddenly there wasn’t a cure anymore and a human had been infected but also, some people said there was no ROT in the first place.
Jinn still saw the news, saw the spread of ROT and culling that followed in its wake. There were days that Jinn was kept home from school and told to play in her room as her parents nervously watched the telly together or had hushed conversations with a few select friends. Sometimes they argued loud enough for Jinn to hear them from her own room, and from this she was able to gather a few things.
Her mother hated Plasma and thought they were lying. What about Jinn didn’t know, but she knew her mother was angry. Angrier than Jinn had ever seen her before.
Her father kept insisting that June was overreacting, that just because she had been a pharmacist didn’t mean she was a medical expert and that they ought to trust President Cain and Professor Jasper.
They didn’t argue often, most of the time they were too worried about keeping Jinn safe, but it seemed that every time they argued it was harsher and crueler. More a slew of personal insults and jabs rather than sticking with conflicting ideologies.
It didn’t come to a head until 2008 when Jinn came home from secondary school to an empty apartment. That was . . . odd. Odder still was when hours ticked by without either of them returning home or responding to any of Jinn’s attempts to contact them. It frayed Jinn’s nerves, and she wound up falling asleep on the living room couch in the early hours of morning with the news on in the background.
When she woke up the Bloody Eve Massacre had begun.
Jinn was thirteen, alone, and very afraid.
She still wasn’t able to contact her parents, and when she knocked on her neighbor’s doors she got no answer. When she looked outside the street below was far too empty and Eve City seemed silent in stark contrast to the footage on the news. Well, before the power went out at around midday.
Jinn paced around her family apartment, unable to contact her parents and seemingly completely alone. For lack of anything else to do she rounded up all the flashlights and first aid care in the flat and piled everything up on the kitchen table. After that Jinn sat in silence at the window, watching to see what would happen.
Just before nightfall Jinn saw people running around on the streets below, all seeming to be running from something, and she spent the night hiding under her parent’s bed with a flashlight and a knife she took from the kitchen.
It took another day before her father returned home. He was covered in ash or dust, Jinn wasn’t sure which, and there was a bitter, ozone smell clinging to him.
Her mother never came home.
Jinn was old enough to know what that meant.
On paper, not much changed after that but it felt like everything had changed in the same breath. Venn wouldn’t tell Jinn anything about what had happened to June but all evidence of her existence was deliberately scrubbed from their home. She still went to school every day and did well, but her teachers had almost all been replaced and the new ones seemed to always be looking out for something.
Eve City felt less and less like home almost by the day. It was weird how she had never really thought of herself as being of Eve City until it began to grow unrecognizable. Part of it was grief and the uncertainty if her mother was gone because her father, but mostly it was because there was a very real change in the City around her.
It wasn’t home, not anymore.
Jinn put her head down and kept to her studies. She had a finger on the pulse of current events across the island, ever watchful in case, somehow, her mother was still alive. But also mostly to know what Team Plasma was up to. The distrust of both them and President Cain had been passed down to her from June, but Jinn differed from her mother by never telling anyone what she was thinking.
She wasn’t sure when she decided she was going to leave but at some point Jinn knew she had to go. She needed an escape.
Jinn already knew she wanted to be a doctor. She had been planning for it since she was in her early teens so when she graduated it was with the grades to go just about anywhere. She just needed a school, a hospital to intern at, and space to be out from under the ever watchful eye of Plasma (and, to a lesser extent, Venn Monette as well).
It was something of a relief, moving to Ansen Valley. Barely eighteen was adult enough for what Ansen Valley had to offer, Jinn thought, and besides she would be spending most of her time in school. Better yet, it lacked the constant feeling of being watched that had constantly scratched in the back of her mind. Which was wild, because Jinn was certainly under a good deal of scrutiny now.
Every mistake was quickly pointed out to her and firmly corrected. Her ideas and questions were judged harshly but Jinn knew what her professors and the hospital doctors she shadowed wanted from her.
At twenty-two she finished her general studies at university and entered the more specialized medical school as her time at the hospital shifted from just shadowing to interning.
Jinn socialized mostly with other medial students and hospital staff but didn’t have anything she would call her friends. Her home life was restricted to a small, private dorm she had never bothered to properly furnish or decorate and the occasional contact she still had with her father. And that relationship had grown strained as there were more and more subjects Jinn was unwilling to talk about. He, rightfully, suspected that she was too much like her mother while in turn Jinn’s suspicion that he had sold her mother out to Plasma had grown into a certainty.
At twenty-six Jinn graduated with her medical degree as Dr. Jinn Monette. Her license was restricted and she had to enter a residency program still. There was a spot for her at more than one hospital in Ansen Valley where she could finish her training and, given another decade, she would be fully a licensed surgeon.
The problem was, of course, the anger she’d carried since she was thirteen now boiled just under her skin and always lurked behind every thought. She had to do something, it didn’t matter what. Jinn needed to be a thorn in Plasma’s side.
There were a few patients in the hospital Jinn was sure were members of the resistance, and from one of them she got information about one of the many resistance bases she could enter and visit. It was simple enough to find out about the unofficial lab at Hyo City from there, and ultimately she had very little to pack up before she was ready to leave Ansen Valley.
MISCELLANEOUS
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| Li | [b]DEMON SLAYER[/b] - mitsuri kanroji, [i]Jinn Monette[/i] |
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